While
surfing the Internet
recently, I found
my high school's
web site, which
includes an alumni
page where former
students leave messages
detailing marriages,
kids, careers, and
questions about
upcoming reunions.
What surprised
me was that people
I hadn't thought
about in many years
suddenly came flooding
back to me (in their
16- and 17-year-old
incarnations, of
course.)
Being
that it's the '90s,
most alumni left
email addresses,
so I dashed off
an email to Chris,
and he sent word
from Texas, saying
he and his wife,
Kary, are expecting
twins this September.
The clichÈ
is true: It's amazing
how quickly time
passes.
Since
I came upon the
web site, I've been
thinking more about
those high-school
days, and - the
funny thing is -
they don't seem
so long ago. |
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I can
remember walking
to school on the
first day after
summer vacation,
clamoring to score
a good locker, and
trading gossip with
people I hadn't
seen in three months.
The beginning
of any school year
is filled with promise.
A new grade, a new
year, a new opportunity,
another chance.
School supplies
seem to symbolize
this: freshly sharpened
pencils, unblemished
erasers, ink-filled
pens, shiny binders,
and unworn backpacks.
For the
first week, a certain
buzz fills the campus,
the hallways, and
the classrooms,
and everything feels
new.
These
days, technology
is changing the
face of America's
classrooms.
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